Lyrics:
impressed by the cost I can serve it to the Fiends
Getting dressed don't cost when you own everything
Ima blessed up broke boy all my people eat
Ima blessed
liars
Instead of serving the people
They were hired
In the pockets of Wall Street
Now it's becoming clear for us all to see
Dirty wars dominate how our
make it good in a lay-by
We're not grey people
We're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody but we do as we please
When the weather's fine
We
they got me
They left me looking sloppy in the middle of the party
You'd think there ain't too many out here tryna pop me
Imagine how bad it's bout
they got me
They left me looking sloppy in the middle of the party
You'd think there ain't too many out here tryna pop me
Imagine how bad it's bout
Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine
Splurgin', livin' out the dirty version
Throwin' rocks at the ghetto birds circlin' the urban
worried that I'm stuck in my haram ways
I told her that my shoulder got more chips than LeBron James I got
So many people to prove wrong with a new song
number one band like Afro Samurai
The revolution will be televised
We're the version of Kim Jong-Un
When all his nukes are weaponised
The minds a muscle
I got my own tv show yeah yeah
I’m an athlete you best do a scan woah woah woah
I had a party when my parents wasn’t home
Shawdy got turnt than
Featuring a song, other party disappeared as if he were dead
Are you so sensitive? sgold you and you cry(And u cry)
Call bitch weak? but she is gang gang(Gang
Featuring a song, other party disappeared as if he were dead
Are you so sensitive? sgold you and you cry(And u cry)
Call bitch weak? but she is gang gang(Gang
(Uh, go go bitch, go go, go)
(Pew, pew pew, uh go)
(Uh, eh, and, eh, and, damn uh)
Look, I don't fuck with too many people
Bitch, I got that weapon
it "Everybody Gets
Shot By Raymond!"
Somebody messed up the song
Now it just got racist
Black people been through enough (40 cases)
Why can't we all
make it good in a lay-by
We're not grey people
We're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody but we do as we please
When the weather's fine
We
all the fellas say hi
Here with all the people that we're meeting inside
It's gonna be our night, it's gonna be our night
When I hear he dance floor
down dirty in the backyard
Play 52 pick
Ain't no worried got all them jar with all them Fury
City people trying get man in the club
How mine can you fit
based on believe
Is gonna be fine
And Godforbid
For you to kill my vibe
The party must to go on
Inna mi yard
Eyes don they red
We dey dirty
On a stead
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
know I’m knowing this shit
The mood has changed within the party. She ain’t working
I ask her if she familiar with this book. It’s by Napoleon Hill
She
now it's time to get my victory on
Don't party much but tonight I'll put this Hennessy on
This bucket of ice
Found my way through the dark, I won't get
her cookie
I need money, I'm tryna feed her, so I hit my bookie
Where my tickets nigga? I gamble just to get high, nigga
Some doin' shit to get by
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like Noah of every type
Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
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